Here’s another! I might stick these all into one post when I’m done them all, but for now I’ll leave them separate.
Groggy mornings, pretty stories, soft touches, the smell of sawdust, goofy laughs, late-night conversations, nervous hands, empty words, lost eyes, pink lips, tear-streaked cheeks, tortured soul, doubtful mind, incredible sunsets, wandering thoughts, glowing heart, perfect storm.
Okay so, I was reading these really beautiful tumblr posts about types of people, and they created such a vibrant perfect picture in my head that I knew I had to try to write one of my own. Now mine aren’t types of people per se, but rather real people I know in real life, people who I decided to turn into poetry. The titles don’t have anything to do with anything, they’re just the person’s favourite colour. I’ll be making this a bit of a series, which I’ll be calling colours, and I may or may not continue it… We’ll see. Anyways, here’s Turquoise.
Wide smiles, dusty books, earphones as a lifeline, forgotten dreams, fluttering snowflakes, overthinking, tired eyes, loving fantasies, inked veins, beautiful promises, broken heart, scribbled diary entries, stargazing, whispered secrets, soft kisses, angry music, shaky sobs, deep breaths, lonely nights, aching regrets.
Another one of these just thinking posts.
What a mystery I am. What a mystery this all is. The theories that are the foundations of our knowledge, the ideas we base all of our faith in, they could be proven wrong at any moment, and the people who came up with these ideas go from celebrated geniuses to ignorant idiots in 10 seconds flat. The colours we see might be completely different from those which our neighbours see, but we all call roses red and violets blue because that’s what we were taught. No one truly knows what went through Shakespeare’s mind as he wrote Romeo and Juliet, whether his choice to make the curtains blue signified sadness and inner turmoil or whether he was sitting outside as he wrote and happened to notice the colour of the sky. No one knows the workings of anyone’s head, whether they think of you constantly, or whether their “I miss you” texts are planned and set to lead you on. No one knows what people think and feel, or whether the smile they wear to work is carefully pasted on in front of a mirror every day. You’ll never know what was running through my head as I wrote this, or why it was written, just like you’ll never know whether your black is someone else’s white. Because really, who knows?
Okay I actually really love this one, especially the last stanza. I wrote that one first and then decided to add more to it because four measly lines wasn’t enough, so I turned it into a bit of a story about a relationship going sour. It was inspired by some other poetry I was reading, and it just moves so nicely… Oh I’m so proud of myself for writing something decent! It’s been forever since I’ve written something I’m truly happy with. Okay, without further ado, here’s the price of loving you.
Giddy hearts and midnight walks
Gentle starts and silly talks
Blissful, but short lived, I knew
There’d be a price for loving you
Pretty moments and empty words
Constant absence and whispers heard
Our rose coloured glasses slip from view
What’s the price of loving you?
Faked delight and silent cries
Sleepless nights and red rimmed eyes
Deep in debt and oh so blue
Guess that’s the price of loving you
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